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Blood in the Stones

You said it’s just the house Old pipes Old ground But the tap runs bloody red When the sun goes down There’s a crack in the basement Where the freezing cold air moans Too many names carved deep In the load-bearing bones There’s blood in the stones In the mortar In the bones In the quiet of the driveway In the halls of our home Every step we take An echo not our own We can’t call this place a home With all this blood on old stones Videos tilt Like they’re listening in Floorboards breathe more than our countrymen We talk about leaving and you think that I'm teasing But lies can't wash this stone The truth won't be alone In the load-bearing bones There’s blood in the stones In the mortar In the bones In the quiet of the driveway In the halls of our home Every step we take An echo not our own We can’t call this place a home With all this blood on old stones If we dig down deep Find all the roots See all the bones Will we finally see All those who never made it home? Or do we let the lies Paint over what we know? Live on top of a history That claims our very soul There’s blood in the stones In the mortar In the bones In the quiet of the driveway In the halls of our home Every vow we make In voices not our own We keep trying to build our dream But its never set in stone Cause there’s blood in our bones And it’s seeping through our hands If this is how we’re meant to stand Tell me Where do we go When there’s blood on old stones? On Load-bearing stones